“Well… why don’t you have that one in my room?” he asked. “It is yours.”
“It’s yours now Peter” Jenny grinned.
“But I don’t need a dressing table.” he replied, “I don’t even….”
“…have any make up!” she interjected before he could finish.
“Don’t even want it!” Peter insisted.
“Well I was going to give you some make up… seeing as you’ve been such a big help.” Jenny replied, adding, “It seems pointless having a dressing table without it.” she smiled cockily as Peter visibly squirmed. “And I thought, later on, after you’ve got out of those scruffy clothes it would be nice to dress up and wear some.”
Peter looked down at himself. “I like these clothes.” he admitted. “They’re better than your dresses.”
“You mean your dresses!” Jenny grinned.